Every time Autumn rolls around I get a hankering for some Andrew Belle music. Particularly, his "Blackbear" Record. I don't know why, it just feels like music you're supposed to listen to when it's cold outside. This has got to be one of my all time favorite albums. Isn't it weird how a song can take you back to a certain moment?
There's a difference between just putting on some music, and then truly listening. Sometimes I like to sit in the middle of my floor with some big headphones on, close my eyes, and listen to a record-start to finish. This is a record I could really listen to, over and over and over again.
These are some tunes I've been listening to this past month. I'm always on a search for more good music. I listen to such a variety of genres, it seems rather eclectic.
By the way, is anyone else completely psyched about the new twenty one pilots record? I just got my blurryface tour ticket and I'm counting down the days until the concert. Last year in October I got to see them live at house of blues, and I can honestly say it was the best concert I've ever been to. If you haven't heard them yet, go listen!
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
This week I've been doing a different writing prompt every morning. One of them was to use the words "frank, accordion fold" and "blue" in the story or poem. The outcome was a silly little poem about a homeless man. I think simple poems are my favorite. Not sure if it's because they can be easier to write, or just because they're loads of fun :)
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Mr. Bill Baxter
a pale shade of blue
he sat underneath
the stair at the zoo
He traveled from Spain
long ago on a boat,
he wore a brown hat
and a button-less coat
Mr Bill Baxter
his accordion, “Lou”
he played for the children
and the animals too.
He sang to the lions
to the pink kangaroo
to the tigers and pandas
who taught him kung fu.
Mr. Bill Baxter,
no home and one shoe
but he certainly caused
quite a hullabuloo.
P.S- I'm obsessed with this EP. Soooooo beautiful.